Power and Wealth

Evening, 8: 00.

Starlight adorns the earth with moonlight.

Dong Xuebin turned around with a smile and lit a cigarette to go back to the neighborhood, humming a small song in his mouth.

The first floor... the second floor... the third floor... just as Dong Xuebin tried to open the door of Aunt Xuan's house, his mouth suddenly hummed. He looked at himself and his mother with suspicion and lived in the house for four or five years. He found that there was actually a bright light beneath the door seam. There seemed to be a light on inside, someone looked like Dong Xuebin. When he was alert, the first thought was that there was a thief. He immediately looked for it in the key, pinched the key of his door, stabbed it in, twisted it hard, opened the anti-theft door, and quickly unscrewed the inner wooden door, and pushed a huge stride into it.

“… who!” There was a woman's voice in the house.

Dong Xuebin heard a sweat. He listened to this voice all his life. Of course he was not stranger, “Mom? Why did you go back to Yanjing? ”

“Bin?” Xiaoping walked out of the kitchen with a broom. "What brings you back? ”

“I came yesterday on a business trip to Yanjing to do some work. ”

“I didn't even know to call Mom.” Xiaoping looked at him complainingly, "I thought he had come in to steal. ”

“You scared the shit out of me. I said how to turn on the lights. ”

“Sit down and don't move. Mom just wiped the floor. I'll show you how to step on it. It's all shoe prints. ”

Dong Xuebin laughed. “What is this? It's okay. What are you doing back in Yanjing? ”

Xiaoping went to the bathroom to pick up the pier cloth and came back with a little stain on those shoes, "Isn't tomorrow Sunday? Old Yang took a break, said he wanted to come to Yanjing to see where I used to live, wanted to come to our house, so Ma came back early, picked up the house, bought some food, this side has been idle for more than a year, how can people come if they don't clean up? Look at this house. Lift your feet. ”

Dong Xuebin lifted his legs on the couch. “Come here, old Yang? What do you mean?"

Xiaoping wiped the pier cloth and said: "Just take a look. ”

“Come on, what's so good about this little house? Mom, are you two planning on getting a license? ”

His face was red and Xiaoping could not hold his hand: “With this consideration, it has not yet been decided. ”

Dong Xuebin hummed, “You've been to their house, and Old Yang is coming to our house. Isn't that the way to go? You call that indeterminate? ”

Xiaoping glanced at him, “You're smart, go, change your slippers, wipe the glass for Mom, she's short enough. ”

“Alas, I'm tired here.” Dong Xuebin muttered, covering his old waist, which had just been torn apart by Aunt Xuan. While rubbing, he reluctantly took a cloth to wipe the glass, and said the cold words: “It's going to rain in the day, I understand this mood. ”

"'What are you talking about? ”

“Cough, nothing, say my mother's getting prettier. ”

The bell, the bell, when the phone rang, it was Mom's phone.

Dong Xuebin turned around and saw his mother wiping her hands quickly, picking up her phone, not very skillfully lit it, carefully held it in his ear, “Hello, I'm Xiaoping Xiao... Oh, Zhaojuan... Yes, yes, what is it... hmm? You and Auntie will be here tomorrow? Ok... welcome, of course welcome... then you and Yang will come in the car together... ok, then I'll pick you up..."

When Mother dropped her phone, Dong Xuebin couldn't help but ask: "Who's coming? ”

Xiaoping's tone is complicated: “The old sister Yang Zhaojuan and the old mother Yang. ”

“Yang Zhaojuan? Sugar's mother? The one I saw?” Dong Xuebin can't remember clearly.

“No,” said Xiaoping. “The last time you saw Yang Zhaofen in the family yard, Zhaojuan was the youngest sister in the old Yang family. You haven't seen him. ”

“Oh, what are they doing here? ”

Xiaoping sighed. “Mom doesn't know either. ”

All of a sudden, Dong Xuebin noticed that his mother's phone on the coffee table was still lit, frowned and quickly walked up to pick it up, “How come it's not hung up? ”

Xiaoping Yi, “Mom doesn't really know how to use her phone yet, hang up. ”

“Wait, I forgot to hang that one, too. It's loud. ”

“What are you doing? Don't be ridiculous. ”

“Shh, don't talk. ”

Shasha, the sound was intermittent and not very clear, but the words “Xiaoping" were still clearly captured by Dong Xuebin. He couldn't help but blink and lit the speaker. Suddenly, several times more sound jumped out of the phone microphone.

“... let's get up early tomorrow anyway.” This woman's voice should be Yang Zhaojuan's.

“Otherwise you can follow me. My legs and feet are inconvenient and I can't move.” This must be Mrs. Yang's voice, a little dull, quite old.

“Mom, how can you not go? You have to give my brother the leverage. ”

“It's not like I haven't seen that kid before. ”

“What do you think of her? ”

“Normally, alas, not particularly. ”

“Yes, my brother is obsessed with her now. I can't see a lot of things clearly. If our family doesn't give up the gate, what if something goes wrong? When I called yesterday, it seemed like my brother was going to get a marriage certificate with her. I really didn't know what was good about Xiaoping. He said that he looked even, dressed like that. That's what happened. He had no taste at all, and he didn't have a good temperament. The family was still rural. ”

"'Isn't she from Yanjing?" said Granny Yang. ”

“Listen to her, it's one of us in Fenzhou City. She used to be a man of Yan Jing.” Yang Zhaojuan whispered: “Where do you think she deserves my brother? - No, the door is open. - Yeah. ”

Suddenly, another man didn't know if it was her husband's voice. “Didn't Jia say Xiaoping's son was rich? ”

Yang Zhaojuan said: "What kind of money can a street chief have? ”

“I heard Xiaojia say that his son seems to drive a good car. ”

“Millions? What's that called, rich? Nothing else, just our two houses. You know how much they're worth? At least two million dollars. A good car would make you rich? I heard that Xiaoping's family doesn't even have a house. In the city, she and her son live in a unit dormitory. Xiaoping still has a relationship with my brother. In Yanjing, their house is even worse. It seems like only one bedroom, or rented house, is not their own at all. In these days, without a house, it's nothing. Is this still called money? Sell the house and we'll get three or four BMW's. ”

"'That's too prejudicial,' said the man. 'Don't say that in front of your brother. ”

Yang Zhaojuan said: “I also want to do it for my brother's sake. I really don't see that Xiaoping. What do you think she has? What did my brother think? ”

Granny Yang shrugged: “Zhaojuan said that... really. ”

“Right?” Yang Zhaojuan: “Mom, so you have to make up your mind about this, save my brother regrets it later, I have a classmate who got divorced last year, he is only 40 years old or younger, he is also beautiful, and the house is in good condition, there are two sets of houses with Kwanghuang Province in North River Province, one set or villa, the car is also BMW's, the house conditions definitely didn't say, see if you can, let me introduce my brother? ”

"'Show me the picture,' said Granny Yang. ”

“Here you go. ”

“... well, this girl is good, 40? Forty? ”

“Forty-one, a lot younger than Xiaoping. ”

The middle-aged man said: "Zhaojuan, what else are you going to Yanjing? ”

Yang Zhaojuan said: "Haven't we met at Xiaoping's house yet? Just because my sister has seen Xiaoping's son, go this time to see what's going on in their house, so that my brother can die. Mom, I'm not saying we can't do it without a room. We're not so snobbish, but we need family conditions too bad, it's also a rural woman. This difference in attitude is too great. If you don't get it right, you can't get it together, don't you say? My brother is the organizing minister of the city council. If she gets a marriage certificate in the future, she will go to public places with my brother to get paid, which is also a joke. ”

... Hearing here, Dong Xuebin's face is all dark. Hang up the phone, I'll fuck you!

Xiaoping's eyes were red and his head raised, wiping tears in the corners of his eyes.

When she saw her mother cry, Dong Xuebin was furious and burned. "You still look down on my mother? I fucking despise you! Mom, this marriage is over! You'll live with me in the future! I'll take care of you forever! ”

Xiaoping sucked his nose and his tears dropped faster.

The more Dong Xuebin wanted to get angrier, he snuck back and forth in the house with his hands behind his back. "What is it? What the hell! Mom, did you already know their family didn't want to? ”

“… hmm. ”

“Grass, I don't fucking want to!” Dong Xuebin shouted, “Who's my mother? Marrying your family is the virtue of your grandmother's life! You still don't see it? How old do you think my mother's rural people are? Who do you think your family is? My mom wants to marry you at home because she can see you! You're still picking fat and skinny with me? No more marrying! Mom, we're not getting married! ”

After that, Dong Xuebin picked up the phone and called Yang Zhaode.

At first glance, Xiaoping rushed up to grab his phone, "Xiaobin! Don't be ridiculous! Don't hit me! ”

Dong Xuebin Airway: “What are you doing? ”

“Mom was talking to your Uncle Yang, not their family. ”

“Marriage is also a matter for both families. If the old Yang family doesn't want to, you should be angry even if you married them! ”

“Bin! Sit down for Mom!” Xiaoping was also angry, pointing to him. “Don't listen to your mother, do you? The wings are hard, aren't they? Give it to Mom! ”

Dong Xuebin glanced and sat heavily on the couch with a fire. "What the hell are they! - Arching my fire? - No! My mother's such a kind man? Blind your fucking eyes! ”

(To be continued)